HaPpY : binsung

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"What happened?"

It's just the next day, I didn't actually realize that I have a following of my own as Han Jisung. However, I do have when using the strayers as "G" or j.one. Those who were at the hip hop scene and as the rhythm guitarist of the strayers would surely jest that some knew me. Still, those circles are out of school reach, it was in the city.

There never was a famous Han Jisung, especially at the school. I am not on par with Chan's nor Changbin's caliber or status.

My case is that my boss at the coffee shop knows about it, using me as an attraction, not intentionally, inviting a few people walking in just to see me. It hasn't gotten to a point where it's harmful, unlike Binnie.

But the moment Changbin posted that one dumb greeting. His seolars started noticing me, and we have been running away from people at school, every lunch consistently. It has been like that ever since I got mixed up with him.

Quiet and solitary life left me.

I'm not exactly opposed to it, because we're in it together. It was fun.

Since when have I been attached to Binnie?

To the point that he now became the most important person in my life.

I sometimes felt like I don't deserve him at all. He did everything in his power to satisfy and care for me. Buying him his favorite foods, goodies and going with him almost all the time, felt short. It felt like it wasn't enough.

I wanted to give everything to him. But this is all I have the music, the band, My small apartment, my time, my love, and the rude me. What if I wasn't enough?

"Chan and Changbin fought." Stephen went close, he was running.

"Why?" I mumbled. Changbin was straight up unresponsive as he went in following stephen and just held my hands tightly when he walked in class with band-aids.

"We didn't know they are uhh--. We thought you know." Jae cuts in.

"Bin-ah." I looked closely at the graze beneath his elbows and his busted lip.

"It's okay, Ji. I got you.-

I got you, babe." He mumbled lightly slapping my cheeks and gave me a one-sided smile. He doesn't care if the display of affection or his words can be heard by others in the class.

And those lines are enough to make my cup of water full. Everything sounded sincere and raw. He always stands by his words. I wonder why would they raise their fists.

"Shhh...you crybaby." He noticed my fight against my tears.

"Why did you two fight?"

"Because I'm pissed." He hissed as he sat down, burning his glares on the set of broad shoulders upfront, arms elbows littered with band-aids and graze.